Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan sat in front of the subway station with his mobile phone in his arms, feeling very dazed.

Thinking about his first crush in his life, he imagined the future tens of thousands of times every day, and once he thought about it, he would feel sad once. He had never thought about it, this man has always been the same type of person he hoped for, Ling Huan felt that he was deceived Yes, completely deceived.

There was suddenly a vast expanse of whiteness behind and in front of him, and he had always been lying to him as a man to rely on.

Ling Huan hugged his bag and buried his head on his knees. He was in a depressed state, but he still firmly scolded Qiao Mohan [-] times, a big liar.

He was shocked by this fact, thinking that the relationship between the two is so close now, he never thought that they would lie to him about sexual orientation.

But after thinking about it, it seems that he has never asked this question, but Ling Huan feels that this is not the reason for him to hide it.

He hammered his overloaded head and entered the subway that had just entered the station.

How could this happen, as if the last straw was about to be cut suddenly, he was a little panicked, except for Qiao Mohan's kindness to him, he seemed to know nothing about men.

Desperately trying to hold on to something, only to find that I've always been struggling with nothing in the air.

When getting out of the car, Ling Huan saw the key of Qiao Mohan's house hanging on the side of the bag, and thought to himself again, how could he be able to give him the key of his own house without worrying about how an intimate relationship could treat this person so well? trust.

All the entanglements in his heart seemed to be unraveled in response.

After all, he didn't give Qiao Mohan a chance to explain.

Ling Huan sniffed, walked home facing the cold wind, wiped his face that had been blown by the northwest wind, still sad, desolate, and aggrieved!

Lied to him, even lied to him!I really hate someone...

However, after all this, after seeing this person standing in front of the house, Ling Huan's mood has almost dissipated.

……

Qiao Mohan chased him after thinking about it at home. After all, it's better to deal with this kind of matter as soon as possible. With Ling Huan's temperament, if he doesn't explain, the temperature that has just subsided will definitely burn up again.

It's just... I forgot to bring my coat when I went out.

Therefore, what caught Ling Huan's eyes was a beautiful and frozen person standing in the bleak cold wind wearing only a padded shirt.

Qiao Mohan really didn't want to use bitter tricks, coincidence, everything is a coincidence, really a coincidence, he explained frantically in his heart.

Ling Huan felt like this at the time, "..."

He took three steps and two steps, until he reached the man, touched the man's cold hand in a speechless manner, and said, "Isn't your Shancai girlfriend living downstairs in our house?"

Qiao Mohan's face darkened to the end, he pulled his hand out unnaturally, and dragged him to the house, "I'm not heterosexual, what the hell is a girlfriend, I should be a boyfriend."

Ling Huan was dragged upstairs by the man in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking for a moment.

After entering the house, the initiative came to Ling Huan. He threw the bag on the sofa, turned on the air conditioner immediately, and then found a black down jacket of unknown year from the cabinet in his room. It was wrapped around the man's body.

Qiao Mohan expressed his disgust, "Isn't some little girl buying this? Why do they look so much like clothes before liberation."

Ling Huan stared, and slapped the man on the shoulder, "I bought it, do you have an opinion? Otherwise, you should go downstairs and freeze, the windy wind today must be very refreshing!"

The man touched his nose, nestled on the small sofa in front of the air conditioner and didn't speak anymore. Anyway, in front of Ling Huan, he should maintain the attitude that everything he said was wrong.

Ling Huan turned around and went to the kitchen to boil hot water. After the water was poured in, he stood in front of the stove in a daze.

Just a drop of water, boiled and still standing there in a daze, until he was hugged directly by the person behind him.

Ling Huan's body shook, and he lowered his eyes to see a pair of big hands passing through his lower abdomen.

"Ling Huan..." Qiao Mohan called him in his ear.

He had never heard such a helpless voice from a man. Ling Huan's eyes were in a trance, and he replied, "Huh?" The two usually have an intimate posture, but Ling Huan never thought it would be so charming.

"Are you afraid?" Qiao Mohan asked.

Ling Huan also asked himself in his heart, are you afraid?

He shook his head.

Qiao Mohan sighed, and knocked his chin on his shoulder, muffled, more like Ling Huan's occasional gesture, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hide it from you, but I told you, I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it, I'm afraid You ran away halfway, so I can't find you."

Ling Huan looked at the smoke rising from the pot, and murmured, "You know I won't leave..."

The man turned his face and kissed behind his ear, and said what he had been thinking all along, "But I'm still worried."

Ling Huan's body trembled because of his actions, and he was speechless for a while.

Qiao Mohan said again, "I like you, I have liked you for a long time, no matter how we met, I just fell in love so cluelessly..."

Ling Huan parted his lips, not knowing what to say.

"Ling Huan, you don't need to answer me now. I know that many things I do will make you dependent, or even have illusions, but please don't let me find you before you think it through. I will panic and feel sad."

Ling Huan realized that Qiao Mohan knew himself better than himself.

All along, his feelings for Qiao Mohan have been complicated, the most are gratitude and dependence. As for whether there is love in it, he suddenly couldn't figure it out.

"Okay." Ling Huan replied.

Qiao Mohan straightened up and let him go.

Only then did Ling Huan reach out to turn off the boiled water. After that, the man's eyes never left his face.

The two of them didn't eat lunch, so Ling Huan went to Grandma Zhang's across the street to find some eggs and tomatoes, ordered two bowls of noodles, and hurriedly settled their food and clothing.

Then there is no more.

Qiao Mohan has been watching him, he has been watching TV, as for what is playing on TV, Ling Huan has no idea.

It was a weird state, but the man was still unwilling to leave.

Even when the two of them were sleeping on the same bed at night, Qiao Mohan still stared at Ling Huan's face for a moment, until Ling Huan couldn't bear it anymore, and with a groan, he pulled the cup to the top of his head.

"Do you know that you really look like an idiot now!"

Qiao Mohan narrowed his eyes, and dug the man out of the quilt, "Don't cover it."

Ling Huan wanted to go crazy, put his arms around the man's neck with one hand, and covered his eyes with the other, "I can't watch it, sleep!"

The corners of Qiao Mohan's lips curled up, and he pulled him into his arms in this posture, "Okay, just sleep like this."

Ling Huan, "..."